[Intro]
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Till the day I die
[Hook]
A criminal mind is all I…all I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
But I'm made of cold stone
[Verse 1: Bigg K]
I went from playing the handlebars on the BMX
To Smack battles and sharing stages with DMX
I'm shaking hands, and no take for granted I'm being blessed
From the outside of the circle you wouldn't see the stress
Become a regular face in places you rarely go
Engage in conversations with faces you barely know
But plus you're still in the street; quite a scenario
Brodie always told me to take a chance, well, here it go
A couple big name cats told me I'm all of that
Gave me they math, I blew it up, they never called me back
f**-sh**, and I refuse to play a part of that
Maybe that's the reason I'm still stuck where I started at
Cause I don't dick ride, and I don't a** kiss
We overnight the work, bubble in a package
Kidnap your mother, f** her with a cactus
Ch-ch, get the yayo and the money out the mattress!
I got the city in a dope fiend
Finger on the semi, mixing Henny in my codeine
Powder blue sneaks, two freaks, four beams
Headed on my way back to Papi to get the whole thing
I said I'll make it if they give me some time
They told me it's all gravy, baby, get on your grind
Now I'm only a inch off from the finishing line
It's all from the slick talk of this criminal mind…Bang!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bigg K]
It took my brother Tone, then took my brother Wan
Then took my brother Twan, I had to hug his mom
Wipe the tears out her eyes, tell her to carry on
Then dry my troubles, chasing doubles with the Pérignon
Hard to keep hold of sanity losing family
You reminiscing, pulling them pictures about the vanity
It wasn't too many G's in my circle I had that ran with me
If you really 'bout that life you understanding me
That motivation when I go on the limb
It's like, I gotta make it cause I owe it to them
I knew 'em since we was kids till the grownest of men
Couple angels on the shoulder how I know I'ma win
I'm from that strip in the project
Where it's a brick in the closet
That you can flip for a prophet
To put some chips in your wallet
Soon as you get outta pocket
Front like you big and you brolic
They grab they pistol and pop it
Shoot your sh** out the socket
Cold blooded when I thug it; it's all I ever know
When it's loaded, unload it, reload it, then let it go
I done went broke, sold soap and oregano
All I got from the life was stripes and a better flow
I said I'll make it if they give me some time
And they told me it's all gravy, baby, get on your grind
Now I'm only a inch off from the finishing line
It's all from the slick talk of this criminal mind…Bang!
[Hook]